I’m in my apartment in Brooklyn. I walked in and had total shock: this is where I live? Really? This is really where I live?
It seemed so much smaller than I remembered, and darker. And nothing seemed like it was where it was supposed to be. And the lobby wasn’t quite as clean as it was before. And there was rust on the entry door. And there was scummy shit in the bathtub that I couldn’t wash away (probably from the construction upstairs). And the upstairs neighbor continues to throw trash out this window.
But my bed was still perfect